(Aria)
If I had known the morning would turn into chaos, I would’ve stayed in my room and hidden under the blankets. But Chiara insisted I eat something “before stress kills you faster than the mafia ever will,” so I went downstairs… only to find Alice perched on the living room couch like a queen waiting for her attendants.
The moment she saw me, she lit up with a blinding, fake smile.
“Aria! Good, you’re here,” she chimed. “We need to talk about the engagement party.”
I blinked. “The… what?”
“My engagement party,” she repeated, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. “Luca and I are announcing the final date tonight. It’s going to be huge — politicians, businessmen, half the city. You’ll help, won’t you?”
I didn’t know what answer she expected, but she didn’t wait for one anyway
